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Chapter Forty: Thieves in the Night
Otto paid the driver and he and Stacy bolted out of the back of the taxi, their meager overnight bags in hand. The taxi drove away. They were alone at the Gamesmen warehouse. "I'm kinda excited to get back on the road again," confessed Stacy. "Now you're thinking," said Otto. "We'll get out of this lame, bad vibe town, and get back to the mountains." "And we'll miss rush hour," Stacy pointed out. They walked to their respective vehicles. "Okay, so, I guess this is it," said Otto. "Anything else before we resort to the CB?" asked Stacy. "Oh, yeah, almost forgot," said Otto. He dug around in his duffel and came up with a small baggie of reds. "Here, take these only when you need to." He handed the baggie to Stacy. "Whoo hoo, drugs, I'm all set." Stacy climbed up to his cab and the truck roared to life. Otto followed suit. As Otto's truck started, he turned on the CB. Stacy was already fiddling with his, too. Otto held up five fingers, and then turned to channel five on his radio. "You there?" crackled Stacy. Otto thumbed the receiver. "Gotcha. You know something?" he said, his face introspective. "Lesbian jokes are way funnier over the CB." "No shit," said Stacy. Otto led them out of the parking lot, and down the road, retracing the cab's steps to highway 89. The guys heard the voices before they actually saw Otto and Stacy. "Drop!" hissed Larry. They all jumped into the various holes they had been working on, crouched down, and watched in silent horror as their brilliant shield from the road started up and chugged away. "Well, shit," said D.J. Larry jumped out of the hole. He had been trying to excavate the remains of the boxes they had already found by digging another hole straight down. "This doesn't change anything," he said. "We just have to dig faster." "Yeah, I need to set my shovel on fire," said D.J. Everyone got back to frantic work. Dale was too far gone to hear the taxi, but he couldn't help but hear the two large trucks as they roared past him. His eyes snapped open just in time to watch the two battered trucks drive by, a spectral apparition in the soft moonlight. Oh my god, he thought. It's a heist! He climbed out of his car, the Scorpions momentarily forgotten, and trotted back down the road to the next lot over, a flashlight in hand. At the very least, he had to check and see if there were signs of a break-in. As he walked, he started working on his cover story. "They must have been experts, sir, because they waited until I was at the far end of the street. I'd say they had hot-wired the trucks in thirty seconds or so, because as I was coming back from the far lot, they came tearing out of the gate, here. See? See those markings?" Yeah, that would work, he decided. It sounded plausible enough. He turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. Out past the warehouse, in the vacant lot, he could see four flashlight beams and the indistinct outlines of people. And voices. Stage whispers. Son of a bitch! They were still here. Dale's mind raced with possibilities as he ran back to his car. Left behind in a dispute over money? Most likely. But what if they weren't thieves? For that matter, what if the trucks weren't stolen, but driven out by the people who were supposed to take them? Fuck it, thought Dale, it was too confusing. He would simply call it all in, and let the chips fall. He'd rather make the mistake of bringing cops when he shouldn't than be accused (and fired) of not bringing cops at all. He picked up the company-issued cell phone and dialed 911.
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Contents
Chapter One: The Navel Adventures of Larry Croft Chapter Two: 1123 Miles to Tempe Chapter Three: Enter the String Chapter Four: The Waiting is the Hardest Part Chapter Five: Rutlege's Story Chapter Six: The Plot Thickens Chapter Seven: The Fifth Man is Revealed Chapter Eight: It's a DRY Heat Chapter Nine: Preparing to Lam Chapter Ten: The Mislaid Plans of Mouse and Man Chapter Eleven: The Danger of Talking to God Chapter Twelve: Anchors Aweigh, Let's Go Men Chapter Thirteen: The End is Near Chapter Fourteen: Roll to Hit Chapter Fifteen: Six Feet of Beef Stick for the Soul Chapter Sixteen: Hello, My Name is Indio, California Chapter Seventeen: Threadgill Takes Charge Chapter Eighteen: The Players on the Other Side Chapter Nineteen: On the Road to Perdition Chapter Twenty: Welcome to Tempe Chapter Twenty-One: The Game is Afoot Chapter Twenty-Two: Should Have Known Better Chapter Twenty-Three: Test-Run at the Waffle House Chapter Twenty-Four: The Supply Run Chapter Twenty-Five: The Backhoe Chapter Twenty-Six: A Frank Discussion Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Brief History of Larry's Van Chapter Twenty-Eight: Go Speed Racer, Go Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Owner of the Thumbscrews Chapter Thirty: Brain Teasers Chapter Thirty-One: Frick and Frack Check In Chapter Thirty-Two: Scouting Chapter Thirty-Three: The Stakeout Chapter Thirty-Four: The Food Fight Chapter Thirty-Five: Time to Dig Chapter Thirty-Six: Deep in the Night Chapter Thirty-Seven: Paydirt Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Phallus of Ebon Keep Chapter Thirty-Nine: Otto and Stacy Make Good Chapter Forty: Thieves in the Night Chapter Forty-One: Critical Failure Chapter Forty-Two: Downtown Chapter Forty-Three: The Hoosegow Chapter Forty-Four: An Emergency Breakfast Chapter Forty-Five: Two Early Phone Calls Chapter Forty-Six: Threadgill Meets the Gang Chapter Forty-Seven: Back to the Van Chapter Forty-Eight: Five Days Later Epilogue Table of Contents |
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